He had not always liked him. Few did, at first. Κάλλιας remembered the way people spoke of him - Περικλής. The tall one with the long head and quiet voice. The kind that made a man listen twice, because the first time he doubted he heard him. Too serious. Too noble. Too full of ideas. "Με τὸν Ἅιδην! To the Hades!", they would whisper. "He's not like us."